One insignificant day, I got in a bit of a panic about my lack of ‘appropriate’ business attire and non-lack of mammaries, resulting in a stumble upon Great Plains’ beautiful selection of dresses. For a woman who spends as much time on planes as she does caffeinating with company reps, it’s comforting to be able to rely on a few solid dresses that require nothing more than a bag and some heels to be work-ready.
Last week, I finally made it down to the Fashion and Textile Museum with Farfetch and a few blogging loves to view the designers’ showcase and left completely charmed.
From the 1970s, Ottavio Missoni chose large wall hangings – made with knitted patchwork – as the focus for his artistic expression and all things artistic (the exhibit features pieces from Gianni Monnet and Sonia Delaunay) and tactile (just wait until you see the triangle of archived pieces) tell the couple’s sartorial story beautifully.
We chased the excursion with a trip to the 31st floor of The Shard for afternoon tea at Aqua which, though brilliant, paled in comparison to the viewss and reiterated just how powerful art and architecture influence our concepts of beauty.
Having not seen them in a few years, I threw on my Monday best (an impossibly easy and tactile combination of pyjama silk, soft faux suede and vintage leather) to say hello before an evening of work events.
My friends were, naturally, impressed as ever.
What I Wore:
Silk GANT Rugger PJ shirt from GANT
Ava lazer-cut suedette zip-front skirt from Boohoo
Weekender watch from Timex
Socks from Monki (similar here)
Vintage leather boots (similar here)
Handbag from Kenneth Cole
Incorrectly. But Spring/Summer collections will prevail…
I have recently fallen in lust with my boots, bag, bracelet, and brolly of the season (#Londoner), so find myself with zero tolerance or acceptance for anything Winter, wardrobe-wise.
You are what you wear, right?
Earlier in the week I took a few hours out of an especially hectic day for a pre-Valentine’s Day shopping spree at Brent Cross. Though I am not all that inclined towards the romantic side of the holiday, I love using it as an excuse to spoil friends and – in turn – facilitate them to spoil themselves.
A few thousand Lush bath bombs, Yankee candles, and Victoria’s Secret sport bras later (girl power!), I met up with a friend to self-indulge at Leon. With practically the whole menu. Their protein shake and Moroccan meatball hot box is a dream healthy lunch epitomised.
For a creature of online shopping habit, I felt truly nostalgic for the shopping centre afternoons I racked up as a teenager. Nothing beats tangible gift-giving.